Bree, of course, made sure to be late to make a more dramatic entrance. She and Abby arrived almost an hour into the party, well after all the generic...chit-chat and cocktails that always start an affair. They came in and Abby went and hugged Aunt Susanne and apologized for being late. Bree followed giving the sexy bride-to-be a hug as well.The next half hour Susanne opened present after present, most of them girly-girly to the extreme. There was conservative lingerie, perfume, a Coach purse,. “It would be the humane thing for you to do since you’re the one who got him in this state. It would also be hot watching you playing with his cock.”As we talked, Erica’s tits were still clearly visible within her shirt and her thong had not covered her pussy again. Her pussy lips appeared to be shiny. I assumed that was because she was getting turned on exhibiting herself to us and she was really wet.At this point, Erica stood up, readjusted her clothing, and said, “I’m going to make sure. " Thank you, my dear Beauchamp, thank you for the excellent feeling which prompts your advice; but it cannot be. I have told you my wish, or rather my determination. You understand that, interested as I am in this affair, I cannot see it in the same light as you do. What appears to you to emanate from a celestial source, seems to me to proceed from one far less pure. Providence appears to me to have no share in this affair; and happily so, for instead of the invisible, impalpable agent of. She target-practised on his blinking blue eyes and nostrils.She figured, with his mouth busy licking her ass, he might as well drink herpiss through the nose. She could hear Gw´Neela laugh wickedly in thebackground. The two women left him there, alone with the lioness, trapped andpiss-reeking. They knew the feline wasn't hungry, but how was he to know thatshe wasn't going to eat him? The big cat never killed a trapped prey. Theyknew, even though they had never tried it before. -How about.